Jack
 of the Lantern (a.k.a. Jack o' Lantern) got into trouble a long long 
time ago some place in Europe. One version has it that he was kind of a 
greedy guy and didn't share with those about him who were hungry, but 
who knows what he really did to earn being in some kind of hell for 
eternity. He knew he was assigned there for forever, and even though he 
may have changed (over the years, the decades, the centuries) and maybe 
even was kind and considerate of those around him, he couldn't get a 
pass out of jail, so to speak. Still - a resourceful and determined 
fellow - he didn't give up. He carved a big old turnip into a lantern, 
and used a stick to nudge a burning lump of coal inside. During the 
night, he wandered about the infernal territories looking for the trail 
to heaven.
In the United States of America, we carve pumpkins 
into Halloween decorations and call them Jack o' Lanterns. I've never 
heard an ending to the story except that Jack o' Lantern continued to 
walk the nights in search of an exit. 
I like to imagine the 
original Jack o' Lantern one night found his way out. Maybe he learned 
the passageways of the cities and countryside so intimately that he 
became a guide for lost souls in and out of the gates of hell, his funky
 lantern a kind of dim and faithful eternal companion.
 
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